Back to You

Late in December, letter says

I’m to protect in a thankless war.

Walk from your arms

With tears in my vision

Head high but heart on the floor

I still feel the warm of your lips upon mine

As the bus leaves the station behind

I made a promise

I’ll be back for next Christmas

We both know that that isn’t sure

Jules, I’ll find a way of making it through

My love I will find my way back to you

End of December 12 months later,

On my leave tomorrow I’ll call you

Deep in the trenches asleep among sandbags

When the mortars rain and they pour

It’s clear we’re outnumbered,

As we light cigarettes

And send each other over the wall

They sell you adventure, action like movies

But the truth’s the first casualty of war

Jules, I’ll find a way of making it through

My love I will find my way back to you

Jules, I’ll find a way of making it through

My love I will find a way back to you

Oh…

Jules, I’ll find a way of making it through

My love I will find my way back to you

Jules, I’ll find a way of making it through

My love I will find my way back to you

Strange how much time is in half of a second

Enough time to cut short a life

I’ve buried more friends than you should in a lifetime

My bullets engraved with a knife

If hell is a place then I am within it

I’m here as a patron of death

You are my touchstone , vision before me

Your face as I draw my last breath